They had a full meeting.
Roudier and Granoux, sinking back in their arm-chairs, exchanged the most pitiable glances, whilst behind them moaned a terror-stricken group of retired tradesmen.

Vuillet, without appearing over scared, reflected upon what precautions he should take to protect his shop and person; he was in doubt whether he should hide himself in his garret or cellar, and inclined towards the latter.

For their part Pierre and the commander walked up and down, exchanging a word ever and anon.

The old oil-dealer clung to this friend Sicardot as if to borrow a little courage from him.

He, who had been awaiting the crisis for such a long time, now endeavoured to keep his countenance, in spite of the emotion which was stifling him.